October 13, 2015

Now, I'll check my instincts by Googling "what does what happens in vegas stays in vegas mean," because I know the internet is quick with answers to questions like that. For example, earlier today, I found the answer to a question I had: What is happening to the weasel in "Pop Goes the Weasel" when the weasel pops? That question has a very interesting answer:

[T]here have been many suggestions for what... "Pop! goes the weasel" [means], including: that it is a tailor's flat iron, a dead weasel, a hatter's tool, a clock reel used for measuring in spinning, a piece of silver plate, or that 'weasel and stoat' is Cockney rhyming slang for "throat", as in "Get that down yer Weasel" meaning to eat or drink something. An alternative meaning involves pawning one's coat in order to buy food and drink, "weasel" is rhyming slang for "coat" "pop" is a slang word for "pawn.'

A clock reel is commonly called a spinner's weasel, and consists of a wheel which is revolved by the spinner in order to measure off thread or yarn after it has been produced on the spinning wheel. The weasel is usually built so that the circumference is six feet, so that 40 revolutions produces 80 yards of yarn, which is a skein. It has wooden gears inside and a cam, designed to cause a popping sound after the 40th revolution, telling the spinner that she has completed the skein.

The emotional bond between Las Vegas and its customers was freedom. Freedom on two levels. Freedom to do things, see things, eat things, wear things, feel things. In short, the freedom to be someone we couldn't be at home. And freedom from whatever we wanted to leave behind in our daily lives. Just thinking about Vegas made the bad stuff go away. At that point the strategy became clear. Speak to that need. Make an indelible connection between Las Vegas and the freedom we all crave....

It'll be a yawnfest. Next to Democratic debates, the GOP debates are pure excitement.

It's not a bad thing, from the Democrats' perspective--these debates often are a chance to embarrass yourself, and their debates are usually boring because no one criticizes each other (they're all still more scared of the GOP taking over than Republicans are of the Democrats taking over). But boring nevertheless.

I'm pretty sure the Vegas marketing slogan was created in the aftermath of the disclosure of Republican commentator Bill Bennet's gambling debts and its adverse effects on his political/media viability. I assume high rollers like Bennet contribute disproportionately to casino profits, and average corporate shlubs from middle America are even more at risk from such disclosure.

The people who will vote for the occupants of tonight's Democrat clown car won't be watching (they're just not that interested), and the people who won't vote for them won't be watching either. It's a non-event.

And although the slogan seem inappropriately sexual, it illustrates CNNs desperation and mediocrity.

Matt Drudge has headlined a scoop from The Weekly Standard. It seems that Anderson Cooper is, or at least was, a member of the corrupt tax-free cash machine know as the Clinton Global Initiative.

CNN has fallen into depths of journalistic malfeasance unplumbed by any "news" organization save for the likes of MSNBC. Fox News is the only channel left with a modicum of integrity, and is now in the catbird's seat regarding coverage of the upcoming election season.

Anderson Cooper is a fool. He's been tripped up by his own arrogance, hoist with his own petard. How could he imagine that his connection to the Clintons would not be exposed?

Hmmm. On further reflection this may be the bones of a cunning plan. By his unethical association with the Clinton's foundation, Cooper has made his fitness to moderate tonight's debate a hot topic for a marginal candidate like Martin O'Malley to harp on, drawing attention from Hillary, who needs desperately to not be the center of attention. The Weekly Standard should check their sources on this one. They may be being played.

I predict Anderson Cooper will try to show Bernie is a menace and instead Hillary will look shrill. Martin O'Malley will rip off his shirt and gag Hillary. Webb will suggest that Republicans are alien-life-forms - a meme he used in Virginia. Chaffee will have a wireless implant sending him answers. The implant will be broadcast into the Apple watches in the crowd - the scandal over this will showcase a new technology which will turn out to have been Chaffee's intention all along. This will be the only thing that anyone notices. The headlines the next day will be "Hillary Wins." What happens in a Vegas debate, stays in Vegas.

The phrase "What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas" covers all manner of debauchery not necessarily sexual, such as illicit drug use or getting very drunk. And sure, playing pop goes the weasel with people you've only just met.

But how does one judge what is "inappropriately sexual" when one grew up with Playboys on the coffee table? Does that raise or lower the standard?

Making, for over a decade, contrary points based on assumptions assuming some are flawed yet insufficently examined, is as hopeless* to others for a day whom may feel the same way as other than a Yale or Harvard grad pipe-dreaming of being confirmed to the Supreme Court of The United State of America.

*It takes courage to an extent laudable to have faith in oneself, given plenty of goodness and earning plenty more, perhaps plenty plenty more, and concluding daily day in-and-out all the naysayers just haven't heard enough.

"Making, for over a decade, contrary points based on assumptions assuming some are flawed yet insufficently examined, is as hopeless* to others for a day whom may feel the same way as other than a Yale or Harvard grad pipe-dreaming of being confirmed to the Supreme Court of The United State of America."

I'm going to ponder that for a long while. Thanks. I was just waiting fot the end of the 9th inning. Now I'm going to be up all night.

Now regarded as a children's song, the original was obviously intended for their parents:

Up and down the City Road,In and out the Eagle,That's the way the money goes,Pop goes the weasel.

The Eagle was a tavern and old-time music hall in the City Road, London, and a popular rendezvous for singing and Saturday night drinking, which explains the need to "pop" or pawn the "weasel". What the 'weasel' was is not clear, but it may have been rhyming slang for a coat ('weasel and stoat')."